I pulled my hand away from Tiffany's massive breasts the moment I heard her husband's voice coming from inside the apartment.
"Yeah, honey, I'm just sweeping the floor," Tiffany called back, her voice trying to sound casual as she held the broom in her hand, her body still flushed from my touch.
As Tiffany answered, David was already walking toward the door. He opened it and saw me standing unusually close to his wife, while Tiffany held a pan and broom, pretending to clean.
"Oh, Alex," David said when he looked at me. He wasn't his usual self, he seemed unusually cheerful.
"Hey, David," I replied smoothly, keeping my expression neutral as I stood there.
I glanced at Tiffany, and she was really blushing hard. Her cheeks were a deep pink.
She avoided my eyes, focusing instead on the floor as she pretended to sweep, clearly embarrassed and nervous about how close we had been just moments before her husband walked in.
